I blinked and took a hesitant step forward, confused by the sudden shift in tone. “Plane?” I asked, voice rising a little. “Wait..what do you mean plane? Damon, I thought… I mean, the pack house isn’t far from here, right? Isn’t it just a few miles outside the city? We can drive there in, like, twenty minutes. Why do we need a plane?”
He stopped moving.
He didn’t look at me right away.
And when he did, his face had changed again.
“Oh no, kitten,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “Not that house.”
My heart skipped. “What do you mean?”
“The one here in this city?” he continued, walking toward me again, this time slower. “The estate you saw with the high walls and the black gates and the silver guards? That’s not the main house. That’s just a satellite post. A branch. It’s a decoy for
